A/N: Okay, so this chapter took a while to set up. Why? Well, you see there was this mutant that wanted my laptop, so he could rule the world and- Uh, actually, uhh I was lazy and I lost my laptop, for a while. BUT I FOUND IT!! But be warned, it was in brothers' room, and they may have tampered with it. * Double Wink*

Disclaimer: Okay, I have a confession to make. I don't own any of the "wittle" X-men. Yeah, sorry to disappoint all those lined up for that Scott date thing... yeah... *Sighs*



Chapter Three: Playing Chef

By: Spicey-muffin

The sun rose high in the sky, and with it, Amy, two days after her little episode at the meeting. She rolled off her bed and landed on the floor with a thud, along with her blanket.

"Ow..." She rubbed her temple, where she sported a very large headache. She brushed a hand through her bedraggled hair and grabbed her alarm clock.

"10:00 am, Saturday..." She sighed and leaned back against her bed. "What do these people do on a Saturday?" She looked around, suddenly remembering the meeting. "And what the devil happened to me?"

"You fainted... after a fashion."

Amy jumped up and tripped in her blanket, resulting in her falling back down. When she peeked back over the edge of her bed, she saw Storm.

"Good Morning, Amy. This is James," she said motioning to the shy boy of six hiding behind her, "He's here to help you with that headache you must be having from your little faint the other day."

"How?"

"Well, James' mutation is healing. He can heal both himself and other people." Storm sighed and gently led the small boy out from behind her. "It's alright James... she won't bite."

The six-year-old walked over slowly, not lifting his eyes from the ground. His fuzzy head held up slightly as he walked around the bed. He looked at Amy as she sat on the ground. He slowly held one of his hands on one side of her head, and closed his eyes.

The pain in Amy's head lessened, and was replaced by a light-headed feeling. It seemed like hours, but when James finally opened his eyes, it had only been a few seconds. James started at her, blankly, as if he was remembering something.

"You look like her..."

"Who?"

"Mrs. Jean..." He frowned deeply and left the room.

"Whats amatter with him?" Amy asked, pulling herself up. Storm face fell,

"James' father beat him. He wouldn't talk for weeks until Jean got him to open up. He was one of her younger students." Storm sighed, seeming to gather herself again.

"You knew her well, didn't you?" Amy asked softly.

"She was my best friend..." Storm looked around. "Hurry up and get dressed. I will make sure Antonio doesn't eat all your pancakes..."

Amy looked confused, "Pancakes?"

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Amy trudged downstairs, dressed in a pair of jeans and an old shirt. It took her a while to find the kitchen, but when she did, she found a strange and amusing site.

Storm, wearing a light blue apron, stood at one pan, flipping the biggest pancakes Amy had ever seen. Rogue and Bobby sat at the bar in the middle of the kitchen looking -with the biggest grins- at the person at the other pan.

Logan stood at the other pan, wearing a large white apron that said, "Kiss the Cook" in large red letters. He flipped a pancake and turned to look at the others.

"Look who's finally up..."

Amy frowned sleepily, "Hmm Look who's playing Chef-boy-you're-grumpy..."

Logan gave a growl and a mean glare at Amy. Luckily Rogue broke in.

"Amy, Don't mind him. He was up late running a favor for the Professor. I'm glad you got here before Pirate... or there wouldn't have been any pancakes left."

"Why wouldn't there have been, My Golden Morning?"

Amy turned to see the Hispanic boy from the other day walk in, dressed, strangely, in black gloves. Gloves... like Rogue. They were small leather gloves with the fingers cut off.

'Must be a fashion statement around here...' she thought bringing her eyes back to her plate.

"Pirate, I'm glad you've found that you can actually get out of bed..." Rogue said with a grin.

Antonio, also known as Pirate, sent a crest fallen look to Bobby, " Alas, mi amigo, this rose has thorns..."

Rogue leaned back to introduce Amy, "Amy meet Antonio, but to us he's known as Pirate. Pirate meet Amy Grey."

Pirate winked, "Well this must be a garden! Three of the most beautiful flowers in creation! And that includes our dear teacher, Miss. Monroe."

Storm sighed giving him a plate of Pancakes. "Flattery will get you nowhere... You still owe me a report on Rome as an ancient capital."

Pirate saluted Storm. "Of course, most lovely teacher, it will be in your hand before this sun sets."

Rogue shook her head, "Liar, you're all talk!" she teased.

Pirate narrowed his eyes, "No more of this! I wish to eat these glorious confections in peace, and no longer be poked by any more thorns. Yes?" He walked off.

Amy smiled and finished her last bite of pancakes. Is this what Jean woke up to every morning? Logan in an apron? Pirate's flatteries? The only thing missing was Scott.

Scott...

"Umm Storm? Where's Scott?" she asked setting her dishes in the sink.

Suddenly the whole kitchen became silent, Storm looked to Logan then back to Amy,

"Scott doesn't come to breakfast anymore... He stays in his room unless the Professor needs him."



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Long after breakfast, Amy walked along the halls playing with the long strands of her hair.

"Scott doesn't come to Breakfast anymore..." Storm's voice floated through her head.

'Why does everyone want to give up?' She thought bitterly.

"Amy!"

Amy looked up, and rolling down the hall was Professor Xavier. He rolled up beside her, and behind him stood the strangest little girl.

"Amy, I'd like you to meet Elizabeth Jademen. She's going to be your new roommate and training partner."

"Training partner?" Amy asked, confused.

Xavier sighed, closing his eyes. "I've almost let the cat out of the bag... You'll be told later."

Amy suddenly felt mental brush through her mind; someone was reading her mind.

~Stop~ she said with the little telepathy she possessed.

~Why are you sad?~ A girl's voice answered.

"You can read minds..." Amy addressed the girl Eliza out loud.

Xavier looked surprised, "Yes, that's Eliza's mutation. She's quiet strong. I mean to help her with her powers."

Amy looked less than interested. "Neat... Umm can I go now?"

"Actually I'd like you to go get the students and teachers we had together the other day, for another meeting."

"Why don't you just call them yourself?" Amy snapped.

Xavier raised his eyebrows, "Because, I have found that people do not like my entering their thoughts whenever I feel like it," he said looking up at Logan who had come up behind Amy. "Also, I *asked* you to."

Amy scowled at Xavier, and pushed past Logan.

Xavier sighed and shook her head, "She's is so much like Jean at her age."

Logan raised an eyebrow, "Jean was that...rebellious?"

Suddenly Eliza stepped up. She stared at the figure of Amy disappearing down the hall, "She isn't like this all the time. At least I don't think so... She's scared and she doesn't was to admit it. She misses her, you all do. But for her it's harder, she misses the sister she never had." She looked at Logan, "You should talk to her, and show her."

"Show her what?"

"Alkali Lake..." Xavier said, holding eye contact with Eliza, "She wants to see where Jean died."

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